The story I was envisioning was that many years ago _ had mentioned to someone that he/she had liked a clown back when he/she a little kid and for every holiday thereafter, all the relatives shopping for presents, with no idea what to get, settled on “_ likes clowns, we’ll get him/her a clown”. Never knowing that _ had hated clowns since puberty. But _ always accepted them graciously and left them out on display in case one of the relatives dropped by.
That’s actually a much nicer story. And that is some dedication. I imagine most people would quit after the first few cases of clowns if only because of the clown hangovers.
